Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.